"Anyway, I don't find you nearly so entertaining, now that you're plain Mr. Smith."
"Nor I you as Miss Cecily Wayne, equally plain if not plainer."
"In that case," she suggested with a mock-mournful glance from beneath the slanted brows, "this acquaintance might as well die a painless death."
"But for one little matter that you've forgotten."
"And that?"
"The Magnificent Manling of the Steerage."
"So I had forgotten! Let's go make our call on him. We must not neglect him a moment longer."
The Tyro leaped to his feet and they ran, hand in hand like two children, down to their point of observation of the less favored passengers. They spent a lively half-hour with the small Teuton, at the end of which Little Miss Grouch issued imperative commands to the Tyro to the effect that he was to wait at the pier when they got in, and see to it that mother and child were safely forwarded to the transfer.
"Yessum," said the Tyro meekly. "Anything further?"
"I'll let you know," she returned, royally. "You may wire me when the commission is executed. Perhaps, if you carry it through very nicely, I'll let you come to Guenn Oaks."